Emily Dickinson - Letter 233 (about 1861 - Franklin: Summer 1861) Master lyrics

Master. If you saw a bullet hit a Bird - and he told you he was'nt shot - you might weep at his courtesy, but you would certainly doubt his word - One drop more from the gash that stains your Daisy's bosom - then would you believe? Thomas' faith in Anatomy - was stronger than his faith in faith. God made me - Sir Master - I did'nt be - myself - He I dont know how it was done - He built the heart in me - Bye and bye it outgrew me - and like the little mother - with the big child - I got tired holding him - I heard of a thing called "Redemption" - which rested men and women - You remember I asked you for it - you gave me something else - I forgot the Redemption [in the Redeemed - I did'nt tell you for a long time - but I knew you had altered me - I] and was tired - no more - No Rose, yet felt myself a'bloom, No Bird - yet rode in Ether - - so dear did this stranger become, that were it, or my breath - the alternative - I had tossed the fellow away with a smile. I am older - tonight, Master - but the love is the same - so are the moon and the crescent - If it had been God's will that I might breathe where you breathed - and find the place - myself - at night - if I can never forget that I am not with you - and that sorrow and frost are nearer than I - if I wish with a might I cannot repress - that mine were the Queen's place - the love of the - Plantagenet is my only apology - To come nearer than Presbyteries - and nearer than the new coat - that the Tailor made - the prank of the Heart at play on the Heart - in holy Holiday - is forbidden me - You make me say it over - I fear you laugh - when I do not see - but "Chillon" is not funny. Have you the Heart in your breast - Sir - is it set like mine - a little to the left - has it the misgiving - if it wake in the night - perchance - itself to it - a timbrel is it - itself to it a tune? These things are reverent holy, Sir, I touch them reverently hallowed, but persons who pray - dare remark our "Father"! You say I do not tell you all - Daisy "confessed - and denied not." Vesuvius dont talk - Etna - dont - They one of them - said a syllable - a thousand years ago, and Pompeii heard it, and hid forever - She could'nt look the world in the face, afterward - I suppose - Bashfull Pompeii! "Tell you of the want" - you know what a leech is, dont you - and remember that Daisy's arm is small - and you have felt the Horizon - hav'nt you - and did the sea - never come so close as to make you dance? I dont know what you can do for it - thank you - Master - but if I had the Beard on my cheek - like you - and you - had Daisy's petals - and you cared so for me - what would become of you? Could you forget me in fight, or flight - or the foreign land? Could'nt Carlo, and you and I walk in the meadows an hour - and nobody care but the Bobolink - and his - a silver scruple? I used to think when I died - I could see you - so I died as fast as I could - but the "Corporation" are going too - so Eternity Heaven wont be sequestered - at all now - Say I may wait for you - Say I need go with no stranger to the to me - untried country fold - I waited a long time - Master - but I can wait more - wait till my hazel hair is dappled - and you carry the cane - then I can look at my watch -- and if the Day is too far declined - we can take the chances of for Heaven - What would you do with me if I came "in white?" Have you the little chest - to put the alive - in? I want to see you more - Sir - than all I wish for in this world - and the wish - altered a little - will be my only one - for the skies - Could you come to New England - [this summer - could] Would you come to Amherst - Would you like to come - Master? [Would it do harm - yet we both fear God -Would Daisy disappoint you - no - she would'nt - Sir - it were comfort forever - just to look in your face, while you looked in mine - then I could play in the woods - till Dark - till you take me where sundown cannot find us - and the true keep coming - till the town is full. Will you tell me if you will? I did'nt think to tell you, you did'nt come to me "in white" - nor ever told me why -